Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

"Shut up!!!"

Feeling that he had been humiliated, Mortarion became angry and waved his weapon carelessly at Gallo. Seeing his Primarch's actions, Gallo just raised his weapon silently. His right hand - he has understood the wonderful use of this power, and he also understands that his battle will come to an end. Therefore, before returning to the emperor's throne, he will use this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do one thing... Something the Dusk Raiders all want to do.

"Face us, Mortarion."

At first, there was one voice, then ten, then hundreds, then thousands - the eyes of countless 14th Legion who died on Istvan III began to span time, staring at their genes. The voices of the Primarch, the countless Death Guard loyalists who fell on Isstvaan III, converged into a raging river, drawing Mortarion's spirit into it - the daemon Primarch screaming to fight against what was within him Things were tumbling, but he found that he could no longer move his hands and feet.

With a flash of the sword, Garro and all the Twilight Raiders warriors disappeared from the battlefield. Mortarion was left alone, holding Silence in a charging and slashing stance, standing there blankly——Next Seconds later, a golden sword mark started from Mortarion's left shoulder and ended at the root of Mortarion's right thigh, almost diagonally across Mortarion's entire body, suddenly erupted!

"Cough ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The huge scars brought Mortarion extreme pain - the Pale King fell back weakly, letting his body hit the dry and hard ground heavily, and the Emperor's fire spread from his wounds. Spewed out and quickly spread among the Nurgle demon army - one hundred thousand, one million? Or is it more? The demon army of Nurgle, which was blocked by Hammer Man's chess pieces, now looks down from the sky to a green ocean that is being quickly engulfed by a sea of ​​golden fire!

"No!!!!!"

At the edge of the battlefield, he was fighting tenaciously with the Terminator army led by Ferus - or in other words, the struggling Kugas, who was rolling and crawling, saw the Nurgle demon army that had been swallowed by the emperor's flames, and couldn't help but There was a scream. Even if it has no way to observe most of the battlefield and has not contacted Mortarion, Nurgle's Chief Great Unclean One also knows that this battle is hopeless - now, there is only one thing it can do A few things, first, find a way to take away Mortarion, who has a high probability of being defeated, and second, find a way to save more brothers!

only......

"Is my time up?"

In the real universe, Orogan looks at time that does not follow the rules.

Trazin, the Endless One, suddenly appeared next to him and spoke softly.

"Yes, the filthy power in the subspace area corresponding to this galaxy has been severely weakened. Now, as long as you dissipate into the universe with a random planet in this galaxy, the ritual of this galaxy will end forever - forever."

Trazin, who had been monitoring the situation in the subspace, raised his hand and threw out a series of indices. Orogan, who understood the meaning of these indices, nodded slowly and carefully arranged his clothes. After a brief prayer to the Emperor for the last time, he strode towards the bridge of his battleship - the little Necron things continued to flutter around him, ensuring that his actions would not be affected by the great evil in the warp as much as possible. Peeping - However, the moment he sat on his seat, Ku'gas, who was thinking about how to catch Mortarion, also briefly noticed him - in an instant, the Great Demon of Nurgle realized that Orogan To the importance of a loving father, they realize that this is their only chance to turn defeat into victory.

"We can promise you everything! Eternal life! Strength! Power! As long as you open your heart! Whatever you want! I can give you anything! As long as you are willing to open your heart to the great Grandfather God!"

Since the Necrons' equipment was still working tirelessly, and he was still being beaten badly by Ferus, Kugas had no choice but to use the simplest and most direct method to bring out a lot of things that mortals could not theoretically do. The thing that resisted clumsily persuaded Orogan to fall into the arms of his loving father, but the response Kugas received was——

With a raised middle finger and a violent explosion that tore apart the smallest planet closest to the Minot star - Orogan activated the cyclone torpedo on his flagship without hesitation and steered The battleship followed the torpedo and blasted into the core of the Minoite's smallest planet - the crust trembled and the rocks shattered - under the influence of one of the most powerful weapons of the Human Empire, the planet that was targeted was Bit by bit it turned into crumbs.

"Emperor...have I successfully atone for my sins?"

As he lay dying, Orogan felt that his soul had never been so clear-headed. He felt that time had lost its meaning around him. He murmured in a throat that had been burnt to dust, and that his soul no longer existed in reality. His eyes saw a ray of golden light, and his theoretically incapacitated ears heard a sound.

"Yes, Orogan, come to my throne. You have done your duty."

————————————The dividing line of Kugas————————————————————

Kugas feels super bad.

When Orogan went to die together with the planet he chose as his target, Ku'gas suddenly felt the emptiness of losing his foothold, and the feeling that his soul was stirred up in a mess, making it completely The fat body swayed - the connection between the Minoite system and the realm of Father Nurgle had collapsed, and this region of warp began to reconstruct itself. Such a violent chaos, even if it is the chief demon of Nurgle, it is difficult to resist it - no, it is not a problem that it is difficult to resist. If you stay in such a bad place for a long time, your ending may not be...!

"Why----"

Just when Ku'gas thought he was afraid of returning to the disorderly cycle of subspace, the deep sigh of Nurgle's loving father was transmitted to its soul, and a huge hand pushed away the chaos around Ku'gas. Holding it firmly in his hand, feeling the tenderness of the great grandfather god, Kugas burst into tears after escaping from death.

"Grandfather God, Grandfather God, I...I failed, I failed!"

"No need to be ashamed, just have a good rest, kid."

"Yes, loving father."

After listening to the instructions of the Lord of All Things, Kugas, who was already exhausted physically and mentally, closed his eyes and began to take a rest. However, the moment before it completely defended itself, it saw another one being killed by the grandfather god. Mortarion, who was not sure whether he was alive or dead, was gently holding his hand, and...

The burning... Nurgle Garden in the distance.

——————————————Special Postscript——————————————————

Minot system

The two planets that make up a star in its prime are Minoite 1, which is building a new hive city, and Minoit 2, a mining world with rich promethium resources, and Minoit 2, which is theoretically Astronomically it should be condensed into planets, but in fact it is an asteroid belt orbiting the star of the Minoite world.

As a small galaxy located in an extremely remote area of ​​the Milky Way, how the Minoite world was rediscovered has not been clearly recorded in the empire's database. The Swords of Hatred of the Stat Chapter also seemed unclear about the discovery process of this galaxy - according to the records of the Swords of Hatred Chapter, they inadvertently went to the wrong Mandeville point after completing a mission and came to This galaxy, and then discovered that the residents of this galaxy are tenaciously fighting against the slowly awakening undead aliens in the catacombs - after helping the people in this galaxy to exterminate the undead aliens, because of the gratitude of the people in this galaxy and the influence of other factors , the Sword of Hatred changed from a ship-based battle group to a battle group with a home star, using Minot No. 1 as its home star.

The record is correct, but too seamless - of course, the Empire is not alone.

They want to investigate the secrets that may be hidden in the Sword of Hatred and the Minot Galaxy, but these curious people always return without success.

"Human curiosity is really...Fortunately, He agreed to my suggestion, otherwise, there would have been problems sooner or later."

——Tarrazin the Endless, standing in the museum's exhibition hall commemorating the Battle of Minoit, looking at some information from the Imperial Tribunal in his hands, his eyes flashing with green light. The top of its head is made up of exquisite projections. It looks like the Minoite galaxy. The most primitive one has the appearance of three stars. And in the core of the projection of the third star, there is a ball floating quietly that has been obviously washed away by high temperature and shock waves. Its appearance has been highly distorted. It can only be judged from the traces that it once belonged to a high official of the empire. The... broken crest of the Inquisitor.

Thirty-eight. Extra Chapter—The Road of Mortarion

The Warp, the Gardens of Nurgle.

The decaying forest that stretched as far as the eye could see was still growing vigorously, but it seemed as if many whispers had been lost in the forest. The lotion flowing in the forest is still rancid and fertile, but the twisted creatures inside no longer like to surface again. The air is still so turbid and humid, however, the tiny swarms of insects no longer drift in the wind, but prefer to find a place to hover and settle down - after being burned twice by the golden flames, the beings in Nurgle Garden have learned Some things they didn't know originally, they have begun to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages like real living creatures.

"How sad."

The tall demon primarch leaned on his scythe and walked step by step in the mud and filthy water. His face hidden under the hood stared at the panicked people jumping away on his way without a trace of emotion. The creatures of Nurgle - before, Mortarion needed to scold or use other more drastic methods to get rid of these things that he didn't like at all, but now, just the residual power in his wounds is enough to get rid of them. keep away.....

While Mortarion was walking, silently admiring the chaotic fleeing postures of the Nurgle creatures or small Nurgle demons near him, thousands of thoughts were lingering in his heart. The Death God of Barbarus smelled the wind, a wind that was different from what was common in the Garden of Nurgle, with no trace of moisture at all, and no spores of life contained in it——

"About to arrive."

Watching the surrounding Nurgle jungle wither because of this wind, watching a piece of fungus that was dried and blown away by the wind just after its fruiting bodies were exposed from the fertile soil, and watching a few people who were running slowly were killed by this storm. The ulcers on the Nurgle Demon's body suddenly dried up, and then the scars fell off. Mortarion took a deep breath and walked in the direction of the wind - because of the wind, the withered plants had become the best signposts, pointing at the direction Mortarion was thinking now. We are looking for the residence of the Great Demon of Nurgle, a man whose name is almost taboo among the demons of Nurgle. He is entrenched at the ruins of the battle where Mortarion received this scar on his body. It has certain meanings. The place where the Great Demon Nurgle lives, who has been exiled by his loving father Nurgle.

His name is Partik, and his title is - The One Without Pandemic.

——————————————Mortarion steps into the wasteland——————————————————

This is a Nurgle territory that is incompatible with other Nurgle realms.

The ground here is all sand and dust, there is not a trace of water vapor in the air here, it is quiet here and only the sound of Mortarion's own movement can be heard, and there are not even Nurglings jumping here - if there is any existence that can use some If you check this area manually, you will be surprised to find...

No microorganisms survive in this area!

However, this place does belong to the Garden of Nurgle - even though Nurgle's loving father does not want to admit the existence of this area at all - in that battle, Mortarion was gathered by Gallo to gather tens of thousands of Istvaansan. The moment the sword of the will of the Loyalist Death Guard cut off the scars that have yet to be healed, seven times seven times seven Nurgle demons and countless Nurgle demon armies under their command also faced them at the same time. Here comes the real end. Such a large-scale demise not only disturbed the realm of Father Nurgle to a great extent, but also combined with the concept of "ritual death" when the rituals in the Minot galaxy were completely ended, in the world of Father Nurgle This completely lifeless area was outlined in it, and Partik was born - an existence that brings death to all small lives.

"I never expected that the popular being under the great and loving father, the Pale King Mortarion, would actually come to visit me, the exile..."

After walking in this desert for who knows how long, and even Mortarion's own body was making a slight protest, Barbarus's God of Death finally saw the existence he wanted to see during this trip - sitting upright. It was on a seat that was tangled with withered branches, skulls of dead Nurgle beasts, vines without any sense of vitality, etc. Not a single inch of skin on the body had any scars, and the face looked more normal than normal. The Great Unclean One is skinny and has a long beard... At first glance, he doesn't look like the existence of the Great Demon Nurgle.

"Plague of the Gods."

Mortarion stood still, raised his head slightly, and let his eyes meet the maverick-looking Nurgle Demon.

"You're here for it? It's had consequences - and, it shouldn't

Will appear again in the crucible of the loving father. "

Hearing the words spoken by Mortarion, Partik let out a low and hoarse laugh - just like an old and dying patient using up his last breath, but, in Partik's laughter stopped after seeing Mortarion shake his head slightly.

"Go ahead, but I don't guarantee that I can answer what you want to know."

"Typhons and Ku'gas created the Plague of God, and I personally injected the Plague of God into my brother's body. We all saw the result - Typhons had to return to the Garden of Nurgle to repair himself, and Ku'gas Garth and Rotigus were both banished, and the Great Father’s garden was burned again—if I had walked a little slower, I would have had another scar on my body.”

Mortarion, who answered Partik slowly, raised his left hand and gently touched the scar in front of him, as if he was still feeling frightened. Of course, Partik let out a deep laugh again.

"So, you are here to complain about Father's plan? We all know that without the power of Father, God's Plague cannot succeed - you and I both know that Father's domain has suffered once due to your failure. In order to allow Grandfather God to send its gifts to every corner of the galaxy as in the past, the Plague of God is the best point to lever the balance."

"You don't like this plan either."

Perhaps he felt that standing like this was too tiring, so Mortarion simply leaned on his scythe and sat cross-legged on the gravel. After seeing Mortarion's movements, Partik also left his seat and walked around. Stepping up to Mortarion, he came face to face with the daemon primarch.

"How could I not be optimistic about the Plague of God? If it is really the Plague of God, how could I not be optimistic about it?"

The Great Demon of Nurgle shook his head, his beard swayed wildly, and the corners of his mouth grinned happily - just like its kind often did, Motari easily heard what Partik said. An gently tightened his grip on his scythe and his tone became cautious.

"Partik, are you saying that there is something wrong with the God's Plague, which was jointly developed by Typhons and Kugas and created by Rotigus, which is enough to be called a miracle?"

"Then we really have to go on - first of all, what do you think is your heir, Typhons, now? Is he alive or not?"

As if he was satisfied that someone was willing to listen to his being who was completely hanging on the edge of Nurgle's demons, Partik raised his fingers and began to write and draw in the sand. In less than seven minutes, Typhons was now In some sense, the 'Zunrong', who was regarded directly as a chaotic egg and could only barely look like a person, appeared on the sand.

"Typhons?"

When it comes to Typhons, Mortarion doesn't know what to say. A long time ago, he hated his descendant extremely, but after that failure, he had to follow the requirements of his grandfather god and cooperate with other Nurgle groups. The demons reshaped Typhons together - however, although the reshaped Typhons seemed perfect to the demons of Nurgle, Mortarion knew the truth.

The current Typhons is just a piece of witchcraft wrapped in the power of subspace, barely able to exist in the real world as a pioneer for Nurgle's loving father, with Typhons's fragmented soul hanging on it!

"It's not alive, is it - not even from our Nurgle demon's point of view?"

The hesitation in Mortarion's words made Partik more and more satisfied - the Nurgle Demon gently erased the traces on the sand with his hands, drew three circles on the sand, and then drew out With three arrows and a few strokes, a holy symbol of Nurgle's loving father appeared in front of the original demon.

"Life, decline, death - the cycle of the great father is nothing better than this, and all things are also in this great cycle, eternal reincarnation. However, where does Typhons' current situation count in this cycle?"

"It's--nothing!"

Mortarion stared closely at the Holy Emblem of Nurgle in front of him, feeling that the fog around some of the questions in his mind began to dissipate. However, there were still some fog that lingered around the edges of the questions he was thinking about, making it impossible for him to solve them.

"Why was I banished from my loving father and not even allowed to step into my loving father's garden?"

However, before Mortarion could think of a way to tear away these remaining fogs, Partik immediately asked a seemingly irrelevant question. Of course, the answer to this question is for any being in the Nurgle Demon Realm. They are all extremely simple. After all... Partik's ability means that it will never have the chance to enter the garden.

"You will bring death to many small lives. You will stop many lives from blooming. Father Nurgle does not like this kind of thing."

Mortarion answered Partik's question easily, and the next moment, Partik laughed three times.

"Yes, I will send death to the prosperous garden - a cycle of death that is different from the thriving cycle, but isn't death part of the fatherly cycle? Isn't the land under my feet part of the fatherly cycle? Why? What does it mean that Father Nurgle rejects me?"

“…!!!”

The fog of several questions completely dissipated, and the pupils under Mortarion's hood began to focus - yes, death! The death of living things is itself a decisive component of the Father's power,

Why does Grandfather God keep resisting Partik, who was born in this desert and serves as the representative of death? Isn't it possible that Partik is an aspect of Grandfather God?

"You are indeed touched by the fact that you came to me today - I am very happy to be able to share these things with you, Mortarion - now we can go back to the beginning. The Plague of Gods should have perfectly interpreted the great grandfather god. The Circle of Three, if it were perfect, should first cause your brother to lose his life, then allow his physical form to decay, and finally out of this decay, Robert Guilliman, who joins our family, would be reborn - yet ?”

"The Plague of God did not do this, so this gave Him an opportunity to take advantage of - the cycle was blurred, so the power of Grandfather God was not revealed."

Mortarion let out a long breath. He now felt that he understood everything. He understood all the problems of Divine Plague, Typhons, and even the problems of Kugas and Rotigos.

"Typhons, his current state is 'stasis', neither life nor death. He cannot understand death - except for you, the Great Unclean Ones were all born from the gift of Grandfather God, and they have become accustomed to the eternity of stasis. , so Kugas cannot understand death - even Rotigs, who likes to watch the hornbeam cycle between life and death, what it looks at is just a stagnation disguised as a cycle, there is no real Death, how can we talk about real life?”

"Yes, that's it, that's it - the Great Grandfather God should have controlled life and death, but Grandfather God is so kind that he embraces all things into his arms, praying that they can live happily forever, This is undoubtedly a manifestation of Grandfather God's divine stagnation, but it seriously affects Grandfather God's three cycles - because the loving father refuses to give death as a gift to every child equally!"

Partik was ecstatic after finally finding his soulmate, and its beard was swaying crazily in the dry wind - the power of Nurgle strengthened the wind of death blowing in this wilderness, so that even the grandfather god had to endure it. Pain personally intercepted it - however, the alliance was concluded, and the original body of the Death Guard had reached a consensus with the Banished.

"Grandfather God needs death - therefore, we will use the death of all living beings as a banner to allow the destiny of our loving father Nurgle to manifest."

—————————————Strange dividing line————————————————————————

"Why are you here, Mortarion?"

"I am the god of death under the command of the great loving father, and death is the beacon calling me - but before harvesting your lives, I need to harvest these things with more vitality first."

——The Battle of Leviathan, in a key battlefield node area, Robert Guilliman had a brief conversation with the demon primarch after he rushed to the battlefield as quickly as possible after learning that Mortarion had appeared on the battlefield.

Thirty-nine. Reality Interlude: Big E’s Request

The swimming pool is crystal clear, with a pool of sunlight scattered by the breeze.

Mixed with the smell of grass and the delicate fragrance of flowers, the air is refreshing and refreshing when you take a deep breath.

The water flowing out of the sculpture makes a tinkling sound, as if playing soothing music, and the small fish swimming happily in the small water channel below add countless vitality to the music - from time to time , there will be one or two leaves quietly falling in the water channel, giving an extra sense of life and beauty to this exquisite picture drawn by nature and human art - there is no need to doubt that the person who owns this courtyard not only owns Wealth, but also taste.

.....Well, it's an oversized glass room on the lawn, and the men in the glass room playing skewers and throwing dice, perfectly ruining the atmosphere of this small garden...

"Breathe-breathe-breathe-breathe-"

Looking at the oversized platform in front of him, which is densely packed with chess pieces of different sizes and various exquisite and complex terrains, serving as the battlefield for the apocalypse-level table hammer, he grabs a skewer in his left hand and a large one in his right hand. Liang Feifan, who was playing the dice, concentrated his attention. After taking a few deep breaths, he muttered a few words of unknown meaning in a low voice. He released his hands slightly and let the dice fall freely onto the chessboard, accompanied by a series of clattering sounds. , the result of Liang Feifan's dice roll was presented to everyone - not too good, but not too bad either.

"The unit that hits the target is cast for damage, and I'm overprotective and not afraid of pain."

Big E, who was drinking Coke, glanced at Liang Feifan's hit dice results during the shooting phase, put down the Coke bottle in his hand, picked up the appropriate number of dice from the plate at hand, and rolled the dice. Ou flicked it, and after a burst of crackling, Liang Feifan's face suddenly collapsed when he saw the number thrown out by Big E.

"Big E, you're so lucky...how many times have you been so outrageous today?"

"No, no, no - according to my observations and statistics, I just had good luck when it came to the Imperial faction in the Warhammer game. A few days ago, you guys encouraged me to play with you using the Ork Barbarian chess pieces. With a score of 2,000, the result is not obvious? I have no power to fight back.”

With a smile on his face, Big E took the fallen model off the table and briefly mentioned the miserable match he had suffered a few days ago, signaling Liang Feifan to continue to the next stage. After eating the skewers in his hand, Liang Feifan picked up the dice again.

He didn't believe that his troops couldn't break a hole in Big E's defense line! At least--

At least we have to kill some key units in the offensive direction, right?

————————————————Hammer Man and Big E in the Apocalypse————————————————————

"Hey - Brother Big E! Under normal circumstances, the expected value of the dice is in the middle area. Your dice seems to follow the big data. However, at the critical moment... your dice has My own thoughts! Is that pile of six something a normal person can throw out?"

After nearly three hours of high-intensity Apocalypse game, the Hammers and Big E, who had exhausted most of their energy, paused the round and prepared to continue tomorrow. When a group of people returned to Big E's huge living room and threw themselves into Big E's comfortable sofa, because they used Tyranids on the table, Big E because some hammer guys knew it well. Abathur, who was deliberately 'targeted' for the obvious reason, was the first to complain - just on the first day of the game, his troops had already suffered heavy losses under the beating of Big E's imperial mixed chess unit. Assuming If he doesn't adopt conservative tactics in the next occasion, it's a certainty that he will become the first player to be kicked out by Big E!

"It's okay. My troops will not choose you as the main attack direction tomorrow - your Tyranid swarm no longer poses a major threat. In addition, low-probability times are rare, but not impossible."

Big E, who was holding a cup of tea in a very elegant manner, slowly sipped the tea and said something in a serious tone that made the corner of Abathur's mouth twitch. Of course, Abathur also knew that what Big E said was the truth, even though he There are still a lot of chess pieces on the table, but they are not the kind of units that can become a major threat. In the next few days, Big E only needs to pay a little attention to the position of his chess pieces and send some mobile troops to pursue and intercept them. Let his remaining troops only be on edge OB...

"So, brother Big E, who are you going to take the initiative to greet tomorrow? I suggest Liang Feifan, because if the titanium is not miserable, how can the titanium be miserable!"

Because Brother Big E intentionally or unintentionally did not engage in the imperial faction's chess pieces in his main attack direction today, the chess pieces used this time were a combination of oil guys and knights. The egg, which currently still maintains its combat effectiveness, immediately started the fanning mode and tried to Let Big E's anger turn to the next 'despicable alien player'. Of course, Egg successfully received a 'blessing' from Liang Feifan - not only that the dice will always produce one, but Egg also showed no sign of weakness. The cyber curse counterattacked Liang Feifan - of course, within thirty seconds of their mutual 'blessings', Big E reached out to 'suppress' them.

"Tomorrow's battle situation will be discussed live tomorrow. In fact, everyone, the reason why I invited you to play Revelation with me is because there is something very important that involves your real life and I want to discuss it with you. You all know that I I have several medium-sized companies under my name, all of which have good business, very healthy capital flows, and no bad assets - so if you are willing, would you like to work in my company? I will work with you? Sign a long-term contract that guarantees benefits, and arrange a job that pays better and is easier than what you are doing now.”